He laughs, buried inside me, and the vibration of it sends sparks through my entire body. Then he moves.
Long, deep strokes that hit something essential. My legs wrap around his waist. My nails drag down his back. He groans and buries his face in my neck and breathes me in while he rocks into me, steady and devastating.
Knox moves to my side. His hand finds mine and our fingers lace together while Mason takes me apart with his hips. Arthur presses against my other side, his lips against my ear.
"You look incredible," Arthur murmurs. "The way you move with him. The sounds you make."
"Arthur—" I whimper.
"I could watch you forever."
The combination of Mason inside me, Arthur's voice in my ear and Knox's hand in mine builds something enormous in my center.
"Mason, I'm—"
"I know." He drives deeper. "Come for me, sweetheart."
I shatter. The orgasm tears through me and I arch off the mattress. Mason groans my name, and I feel his knot start to swell at my entrance, the pressure making me clench around him.
"Fuck—Beth—"
"Don't pull out." I grip his hips. "I want it. I want your knot."
He pushes fully in, spilling everything he has, and his knot locks us together. The stretch triggers another orgasm that I didn't know was possible. I scream, face buried in his shoulder, body convulsing around him while he holds me through it.
"Jesus Christ," Knox says from somewhere to my right.
Mason collapses over me, catching his weight on his forearms. His breath is ragged against my neck. We're locked together, his knot keeping him buried deep, and every micro-movement sends aftershocks through both of us.
"You're perfect," he whispers. "You're so perfect, Beth."
I'm trembling. Tears are leaking from the corners of my eyes and I'm so full of something I can't name that my body doesn't know how to process it except through tears and shaking and the purr that starts up again in my chest.
***
His knot takes several minutes to release. When he finally eases out of me, the loss is immediate and aching. My body protests. My omega instincts surge.
More. Need. Alpha.
The heat doesn't care that I just had two orgasms. The heat is a forest fire and I just threw a cup of water on it.
"Knox," I say.
He's already moving.
He lies beside me and pulls me on top of him, hands on my hips, letting me set the pace. I straddle him and his length slides against me, slick with my arousal, and we both hiss.
"Ride me," he says. Simple. Direct.
I reach between us and guide him in. The angle is different, deeper. I lean forward with my palms on his chest and roll my hips experimentally. His jaw clenches.
"Like that," he grits out.
I find a rhythm. Slow at first, circling my hips, feeling every inch of him. His hands grip my waist, not guiding, just holding. Letting me take what I need.
Mason lies beside us, recovering, one hand tracing lazy patterns on my thigh. Arthur moves behind me, his chest against my back, and his hands come around to cup my breasts while I ride Knox.
"Harder," Arthur says against my neck.
